NaNo Day Four
Word count: 6,748
My strategy so far seems to be getting the word count for the day, and then maybe going over by a couple hundred words if I feel like it. I'm in no rush to get to 50,000 - I'll just mosey my way on up there!
I've officially finished Chapter One, but it's about 6,000 words long, so I'll probably split it up when I start rewriting it in December. I'll probably end up expanding or putting in a new scene with Percy or maybe a scene with Grover that starts after the first one finished. I was reading the two scenes I wrote today, and they didn't seem to match what I had in mind for the first chapter. I think I might've just been writing ahead a bit because, while what gets mentioned in Rachel's scene is important to plot later on, it's probably too much information for the first chapter. Whatever - I'll just do the rearranging come December. ;)
And seriously? When I write fast, I just write infodump after infodump. I know when I take the time to revise this and look it over, I'm going to cut or rewrite at least 1,000 words because it's pure infodumping on all the characters. Or maybe I'm just being hypercritical of myself.
Anyway, the selection for day! The lovely Ms. Dare makes her first appearance, tormenting her poor father.
The problem with being the Oracle of Delphi was that Rachel Elizabeth Dare could predict the troubles and miseries for everyone else, except herself.
Not that she would’ve needed to be an Oracle to predict that leading a protest against her father’s own company in Central Park would get her butt hauled into his office by his fiercest looking goons, but it probably would’ve been handy all the same. Then she would’ve at least known when to run instead of being caught by surprise. At least the paparazzi had been there by that time; that’d make some good content for the gossip pages tomorrow.
Rachel drummed her fingers on the armrest of the chair in the waiting area outside of his office. Her father’s latest secretary, who could have only been a few years older than her, sniffed and shot her a disapproving glare. Rachel made a face at her once her back was turned, and slumped further in her seat. If everyone considered her the black sheep of the Dare family, she might as well act like it.
...
The delivery man dropped the boxes with a thump beside the door, and a moment later, her father’s office door snapped open.
“Ah, there they are,” her father said, smiling lovingly at the boxes. Rachel knew that smile - it was the one that meant her father was on the verge of making a lot of money. Mr. Dare then seemed to notice that she was waiting for him, and he frowned deeply. “And there you are.”
“Nice to see you too, Dad,” Rachel responded brightly, saluting him from her chair.
His face reddened and he scowled fiercely at her, but he didn’t say anything more than, “In my office. Now,” probably because he didn’t want to do something as uncouth and uncultured as yelling at her in front of the UPS man.
Rachel rose from her chair and sidled by the two men in the doorway. As she passed, she noticed that they were opening one of the boxes and that it was full of…vitamin water?
...
This perplexed her even more. Her father was a real estate developer, not a soft drink company, and he hated contrived things like vitamin water. How was he planning on making money off of vitamin water?
“So, you’re going on a health kick now?” she asked, plopping herself into the big chair in front of his giant oak desk as he shut the door.
Her father walked over to his desk, carrying an armful of the Nectar bottles, in all sorts of neon colors that didn’t match the blue, brown and black interior of his office at all. Instead of sitting behind the desk to lecture her, he paused in the front and began setting the bottles down on the corner of his desk as carefully as if they were bars of gold.
“Don’t be stupid, Rachel,” he said, arranging the bottles from lightest color to darkest. “I wouldn’t dream of drinking this garbage, although I’m sure all your little hipster friends with their organic and eco-friendly inclinations would be drinking these by the dozen.
Rachel decided not to acknowledge that he was probably right about her friends... for once.
Now I'm off to read the latest 39 Clues book! I told myself if I got my word count, it could be my reward. :D
My strategy so far seems to be getting the word count for the day, and then maybe going over by a couple hundred words if I feel like it. I'm in no rush to get to 50,000 - I'll just mosey my way on up there!
I've officially finished Chapter One, but it's about 6,000 words long, so I'll probably split it up when I start rewriting it in December. I'll probably end up expanding or putting in a new scene with Percy or maybe a scene with Grover that starts after the first one finished. I was reading the two scenes I wrote today, and they didn't seem to match what I had in mind for the first chapter. I think I might've just been writing ahead a bit because, while what gets mentioned in Rachel's scene is important to plot later on, it's probably too much information for the first chapter. Whatever - I'll just do the rearranging come December. ;)
And seriously? When I write fast, I just write infodump after infodump. I know when I take the time to revise this and look it over, I'm going to cut or rewrite at least 1,000 words because it's pure infodumping on all the characters. Or maybe I'm just being hypercritical of myself.
Anyway, the selection for day! The lovely Ms. Dare makes her first appearance, tormenting her poor father.
The problem with being the Oracle of Delphi was that Rachel Elizabeth Dare could predict the troubles and miseries for everyone else, except herself.
Not that she would’ve needed to be an Oracle to predict that leading a protest against her father’s own company in Central Park would get her butt hauled into his office by his fiercest looking goons, but it probably would’ve been handy all the same. Then she would’ve at least known when to run instead of being caught by surprise. At least the paparazzi had been there by that time; that’d make some good content for the gossip pages tomorrow.
Rachel drummed her fingers on the armrest of the chair in the waiting area outside of his office. Her father’s latest secretary, who could have only been a few years older than her, sniffed and shot her a disapproving glare. Rachel made a face at her once her back was turned, and slumped further in her seat. If everyone considered her the black sheep of the Dare family, she might as well act like it.
...
The delivery man dropped the boxes with a thump beside the door, and a moment later, her father’s office door snapped open.
“Ah, there they are,” her father said, smiling lovingly at the boxes. Rachel knew that smile - it was the one that meant her father was on the verge of making a lot of money. Mr. Dare then seemed to notice that she was waiting for him, and he frowned deeply. “And there you are.”
“Nice to see you too, Dad,” Rachel responded brightly, saluting him from her chair.
His face reddened and he scowled fiercely at her, but he didn’t say anything more than, “In my office. Now,” probably because he didn’t want to do something as uncouth and uncultured as yelling at her in front of the UPS man.
Rachel rose from her chair and sidled by the two men in the doorway. As she passed, she noticed that they were opening one of the boxes and that it was full of…vitamin water?
...
This perplexed her even more. Her father was a real estate developer, not a soft drink company, and he hated contrived things like vitamin water. How was he planning on making money off of vitamin water?
“So, you’re going on a health kick now?” she asked, plopping herself into the big chair in front of his giant oak desk as he shut the door.
Her father walked over to his desk, carrying an armful of the Nectar bottles, in all sorts of neon colors that didn’t match the blue, brown and black interior of his office at all. Instead of sitting behind the desk to lecture her, he paused in the front and began setting the bottles down on the corner of his desk as carefully as if they were bars of gold.
“Don’t be stupid, Rachel,” he said, arranging the bottles from lightest color to darkest. “I wouldn’t dream of drinking this garbage, although I’m sure all your little hipster friends with their organic and eco-friendly inclinations would be drinking these by the dozen.
Rachel decided not to acknowledge that he was probably right about her friends... for once.
Now I'm off to read the latest 39 Clues book! I told myself if I got my word count, it could be my reward. :D